"No!" Kasahara Fumi quickly turned her head to the other side.
"It’s decided, that’s the reason. Stop being moody, or I’ll really go in alone..." Fujiwara Reya mumbled as he altered their striking appearances to that of ordinary people. Of course, in each other’s eyes, they still looked the sa as before.
After finishing all this, he directly reached out and wrapped his arm around Kasahara Fumi’s waist.
The soft, sexy waist didn’t feel at all like the cold style, but he liked it.
Caught off guard by his embrace, Kasahara Fumi, holding an umbrella in one hand, nudged him with her head, "What are you doing!"
"Co on, we’re a couple, what’s wrong with hugging?" Fujiwara Reya looked at her inexplicably, "Besides, inside is a couple’s tea house. If you don’t let hold you, do you want to go in alone and call for a host?"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi was rendered speechless.
Fujiwara Reya held her waist as they walked forward, "Let’s go inside, Mrs. Fukaeri."
As he said this, his bright expression, free of gloom, was like the clear and sparse air of the highlands, thin and transparent. Kasahara Fumi hesitated for a few seconds but didn’t break free. She rely walked silently in high heels as he held her.
The rain beca torrential, splashing on her stockings, but she was oblivious. Reflecting on the conversation just now, she realized that in a mont of agitation, she’d fallen into Fujiwara Reya’s trap.
Why was she agitated?
Because he was going to see a prostitute...
But why do I care whether he goes to a prostitute or not... Kasahara Fumi’s cheeks flushed slightly, her pupils reflecting the neon lights at the entrance of the couple’s tea house. The moist evening breeze ruffled her hair, and in Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, she seed like a goddess: neatly trimd half-moon eyebrows and clear eyes, an elegant face, a gallant deanor, and lips red as cherry.
"Eri is really tall."
"...You’re just short."
"Like a model, even barefoot, you’re over 1.7 ters tall, almost the sa height as . With high heels, you exceed 1.8 ters. I’d have to tiptoe to kiss you."
"...Who would let you kiss them!"
"And those legs, the more I look, the more appealing they are. Do you know what my rating is for your legs?"
"I don’t know!"
"Food-grade legs."
"...Pervert!"
Chatting like an ordinary young couple, they were drawn into [Oasis] by the allure of the couple’s tea house, entering the elevator.
Inside the elevator, there was also a promotional poster, "The resting place for body and soul — Oasis."
Oasis?
Resting?
Damn!
Kasahara Fumi didn’t have the slightest feeling of "resting" right now.
Based on her understanding of Fujiwara Reya, once inside, he would surely make her unable to resist under his pressure.
"Clang"
The elevator door opened.
A wide hallway.
Pink carpet, bright lights.
Pulling aside the slippery curtain at the elevator door, Fujiwara Reya holding Kasahara Fumi’s soft waist walked out.
The hallway was as bright as a superstore, and the walls on both sides were covered with posters of sex workers, listing types, service tis, and pricing, along with photos of many young girls.
So wore various uniforms, so in sexy lingerie, and so with hardly more than three small pieces of fabric covering key parts...
With Fujiwara Reya holding her waist, Kasahara Fumi steeled herself and walked forward.
At the end of the corridor was an iron door, just like last ti, with a potted Brazil iron tree at the entrance. A surveillance cara in dark gray fixated on the doorway from the slanted upper fra.
"Welco. Do you have a reservation?"
A gently smooth female voice ca through a speaker, giving a sultry sensation.
"No," Fujiwara Reya looked up at the surveillance cara, "but I ca for the second ti, and last ti I wanted to book Miss Shizuka, but couldn’t."
"Oh, I see..."
The voice paused.
Fujiwara Reya averted his gaze from the surveillance cara.
"Please co in."
With a click, the tal door opened heavily.
Instantly, a thick tropical scent hit them, a complex aroma.
Compared to the bright fluorescent lights in the hallway, inside it was sowhat dim, with lighting in a pink-blue hue like most couple’s tea houses. Waitresses in white shirts, revealing their chests, with tea-colored hair, occasionally passed by with trays. On the walls were signs advertising a complintary drink with entry.
"Welco."
A madam quickly walked up, holding a thick directory.
"We have many lovely girls here, please take a look." The madam quickly flipped through the directory.
On the fifth page, Fujiwara Reya saw a photo of Shizuka. In this photo, she wore a black G-string with side straps, pressing her hands on her chest while smiling at the cara, still nad Shizuka.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya’s gaze captivated, the madam seized the opportunity to introduce, "Dear guest, aside from the services listed, so girls are willing to provide full-service. Of course, such arrangents need to be discussed with them inside a private room. If you fancy anyone now, I can book them for you."
"Is she available tonight?" Fujiwara Reya pointed to Shizuka’s photo.
"Certainly, Miss Shizuka works every night. She’s particularly good at playing the piano, so her finger work is very delicate; she’s our signature attraction." Saying this, the madam showed a gentle smile, "And because of that, just seeing Miss Shizuka costs 10,000 yen, with additional fees for other services."
"Then I’ll choose her." Fujiwara Reya said directly.
The madam glanced at Kasahara Fumi, her tone slightly hesitant, "Shizuka is currently attending to a guest in the salon area, she’ll be free in half an hour. Are you willing to wait?"
"It’s fine."
"Does this lady need to request a host...?"
"She doesn’t need one!" Fujiwara Reya answered for Kasahara Fumi, simultaneously reaching into her bag to grab a wallet, extracting a 10,000 yen bill and handing it to the madam, "Find us a spot to sit, not a private room, but in the salon area."
The madam took a mont to understand their relationship.
But it didn’t matter, in this business, she had seen all kinds of strange custors.
As long as there was money to be made, everything was negotiable.
"Please follow ." The madam twisted her waist very gently with a smile, leading the way ahead.
Pulling aside the pink curtain, what ca into view were rows of high-backed luxury red velvet sofas, each emitting peculiar noises.
It was Kasahara Fumi’s first ti entering such a place at night.
In the dim lighting, only blurred silhouettes and their movents were vaguely visible, with occasional female cries audible over the music.
After sitting on the sofa, the madam shone a penlight on the nu, inviting them to order drinks.
Fujiwara Reya ordered a bottle of wine and so snacks.
"Please wait a mont, it’ll be served shortly." The madam bent slightly as she walked away.
Kasahara Fumi rotated her gaze, and beside her on the sofa, was the couch where Shizuka served guests. Dressed like a high schooler, the Fox Girl was kneeling on a guest’s lap, her prominently raised buttocks seemingly intentionally displayed.
As she watched, Fujiwara Reya suddenly tightened his grip around her, pulling her close.
"Ah..."
Kasahara Fumi fell into his arms.
Faintly, a single high heel clattered to the floor.
The other heel dangled loosely from her toe, creating an allure that was particularly tempting.
"Eri, to avoid suspicion," Fujiwara Reya whispered into her ear, pressing his hands against her back, "please cooperate with now... don’t back out, you’re the one who ca in voluntarily."
The tickling in her ear made Kasahara Fumi’s skin crawl with goosebumps.
She pushed against Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder with one hand, gently nudging his encroaching face with the other, exclaiming, "You, ah... you’re too strong, you bastard, don’t touch—"
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